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More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
Oh, let me be mawkish for the nonce! I am so tired of being cynical.
Existence is a series of footnotes to a vast, obscure, unfinished masterpiece.
Perhaps, somewhere, some day, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again.
Do not be angry with the rain; it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
A certain man once lost a diamond cuff-link in the wide blue sea, and twenty years later, on the exact day, a Friday apparently, he was eating a large fish - but there was no diamond inside. That’s what I like about coincidence.
We live not only in a world of thoughts, but also in a world of things. Words without experience are meaningless.
Let all of life be an unfettered howl.
Which arrow flies for ever? The arrow that has hit its mark.
I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is.
The contemplation of beauty, whether it be a uniquely tinted sunset, a radiant face, or a work of art, makes us glance back unwittingly at our personal past and juxtapose ourselves and our inner being with the utterly unattainable beauty revealed to us.
